tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80863444816518636712024-02-06T19:04:42.969-08:00Gimme Some SugahA Photo Blog of Upstate South Carolina~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-77069072825023273922010-04-01T00:00:00.000-07:002010-04-01T07:02:03.179-07:00TRails....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-Wyoc773pj6avn5fSrRLp_cgERCSw9n-ApI1vaiUYfFwGywrG-I_ImzZTlQpo-EfWDu9bzz5HZyZYlLE-KlXo9J_TeOHsVHj3U5bDoAHXN1jHZvbpOjFNcM5__9bfEEPsVzUS7bK3G0/s1600/blog+2010+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-Wyoc773pj6avn5fSrRLp_cgERCSw9n-ApI1vaiUYfFwGywrG-I_ImzZTlQpo-EfWDu9bzz5HZyZYlLE-KlXo9J_TeOHsVHj3U5bDoAHXN1jHZvbpOjFNcM5__9bfEEPsVzUS7bK3G0/s400/blog+2010+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454967857626248866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">If you haven't been to TR lately, things look different since the renovations downtown. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I took this photo along the Swamp Rabbit Trail yesterday.</span><br /></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-55070112229536999112010-03-30T12:00:00.000-07:002010-03-30T17:12:01.831-07:00"Pee-can" Or "Puh-cahn" ?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTgkCfsJLrKQOS6eOVkkdc5APT7gbeKVylPmBNLfGmzec1Xjb-kUeiNwpxcF7UbF7qDmdQLiiH4OMjDSShquq-kKKTVMtmO7G7t8GUsKApZpXgsOTznVDAzUTQOZKf4RckUvcwsCCdVk/s1600/blog+2010+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTgkCfsJLrKQOS6eOVkkdc5APT7gbeKVylPmBNLfGmzec1Xjb-kUeiNwpxcF7UbF7qDmdQLiiH4OMjDSShquq-kKKTVMtmO7G7t8GUsKApZpXgsOTznVDAzUTQOZKf4RckUvcwsCCdVk/s400/blog+2010+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454207852058895794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pecan Pie</span> </div><ul style="margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 21px; list-style-type: none; font-weight: bold;"><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>3 large eggs, slightly beaten </span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>1 cup granulated white sugar </span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>1 cup Karo Light or Dark Corn Syrup </span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>2 tablespoons margarine or butter, melted </span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract </span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 7px;"><span>1 1/4 cups pecans<br /></span></li></ul><span style="font-weight: bold;"> 1 (9-inch) unbaked or frozen deep-dish<br /></span><p style="font-weight: bold;">Preheat oven to 350F. </p><span style="font-weight: bold;">In medium bowl with fork beat eggs slightly. Add sugar, Karo, margarine and vanilla; stir until blended. Stir in pecans. Pour into pie crust. </span> <p style="font-weight: bold;">Bake 50 to 55 minutes or until knife inserted halfway between center and edge comes out clean. Cool on wire rack.</p>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-40146760075355419172010-03-29T16:37:00.000-07:002010-03-29T16:49:19.045-07:00You Know It's Spring When....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxALsA68wz3gWKqnMPjgxOOOrSlyRqrKuh_-p9cFZ9MkGCBTVsA_-LiJ94CJPcYx-rJ5dFep_M2Q-JxFvOXlmNZ_OKVhsY9qGXPvmR3jvUbKEUUDAdOWqQMiXWaASlS92aiCrZhUNo7w/s1600/blog+2010+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxALsA68wz3gWKqnMPjgxOOOrSlyRqrKuh_-p9cFZ9MkGCBTVsA_-LiJ94CJPcYx-rJ5dFep_M2Q-JxFvOXlmNZ_OKVhsY9qGXPvmR3jvUbKEUUDAdOWqQMiXWaASlS92aiCrZhUNo7w/s400/blog+2010+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454205675082138594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ...the Redbuds start blooming. <br />If you look closely, you can see the morning dew on the flower's petals. <br /><br />Welcome Spring! </span><br /></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-27103491312995049502010-03-26T10:38:00.000-07:002010-03-26T10:48:38.525-07:00Skeeery Skies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19saJZIJEy20b2tLmzIHiJ_ck-GpHPnYBg34FlIIZA184sp6FF1dsr4cP3jaGJHnMYCMzyiMwRqmdkLqi9xiZllAvXpdfgGe3B8T8DZ0kL-K7ecbWZOPkIVJf0XAf4eVA3A2nBGITu0o/s1600/blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452998769721526850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19saJZIJEy20b2tLmzIHiJ_ck-GpHPnYBg34FlIIZA184sp6FF1dsr4cP3jaGJHnMYCMzyiMwRqmdkLqi9xiZllAvXpdfgGe3B8T8DZ0kL-K7ecbWZOPkIVJf0XAf4eVA3A2nBGITu0o/s400/blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>The skies looked skeeery this morning, so I dusted off my camera and snapped a photo. I know, it's been a while. It was time.</strong></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-58676412369782391772009-12-23T06:35:00.000-08:002009-12-23T06:45:49.803-08:00Homemade Hot Chocolate! Yum-a-licious!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm00yqQUGJWCANephC1dhk7dPq-zSmar0Eo8Ef3QH1J6DU0JQ3lOWfhM2X3lVx6bEsV7abh5wc4hDk87Tfmw4U0X-1yEN_H5HadEsqKw7zCphsXcc3u4x9ZsVnQvSXqvG2zpVKBd7kCs4/s1600-h/blog+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418440764064572338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm00yqQUGJWCANephC1dhk7dPq-zSmar0Eo8Ef3QH1J6DU0JQ3lOWfhM2X3lVx6bEsV7abh5wc4hDk87Tfmw4U0X-1yEN_H5HadEsqKw7zCphsXcc3u4x9ZsVnQvSXqvG2zpVKBd7kCs4/s400/blog+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>I went to a Christmas party last week and my friend Sarah made hot chocolate. She even brought her own cups and saucers to the party. I'd never had real homemade hot chocolate before and it was the BEST! She even made homemade whipped cream too! I wish I had made a photo of the finished product, but I was too busy drinking it to think about it!</strong>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-32970360092266396722009-12-18T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-18T08:20:58.032-08:00Only In Travelers Rest.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_ZP7h_PImiwlKNhLmG8BCb5tQnVKoTRUt56CsQY2ZWASi3-olfC5wWjylq8j5uTlCPJc7xtB91ZmaWurgwdQadXWmyPllDRNg_dkFf8IMx9yPXWlI7KSUhCuqNgSqq9e7WWZa3RLFwE/s1600-h/trest.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416003411538767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_ZP7h_PImiwlKNhLmG8BCb5tQnVKoTRUt56CsQY2ZWASi3-olfC5wWjylq8j5uTlCPJc7xtB91ZmaWurgwdQadXWmyPllDRNg_dkFf8IMx9yPXWlI7KSUhCuqNgSqq9e7WWZa3RLFwE/s400/trest.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Well...maybe not ONLY in Travelers Rest. I'm certain you could see this sight any number of Upstate towns. This fella was busy working on the transformation of downtown TR. If you haven't been up that way lately, it has changed a lot! It's going to be pretty awesome when they're done and of course, I'll be posting photos!<br /></strong></span><br /><div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-73390580595198274712009-12-17T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-17T07:45:46.144-08:00Evening At Furman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWdqiWxX8jc8wdNG8cNmt6oUjW7vc_xA_s7_v8-Ue_wxvfjm97tTDxDe90JZdn3hYtyY8YyI7-VsVzYgG9-t-qkQdH8k2YHhziOyjMmD7FmrVCGomicsDYxeOxDgb9bNfEXcX3NcQ2yQ/s1600-h/guardhouse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416002440333396722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWdqiWxX8jc8wdNG8cNmt6oUjW7vc_xA_s7_v8-Ue_wxvfjm97tTDxDe90JZdn3hYtyY8YyI7-VsVzYgG9-t-qkQdH8k2YHhziOyjMmD7FmrVCGomicsDYxeOxDgb9bNfEXcX3NcQ2yQ/s400/guardhouse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVif7SirJqoMqilhMev4f8qHke_u9BEkOoJD7jH-YTtWLItI5AM9oF9ZzYdJlCVda03Pv77-yt4JlQP2pKnC2zy2KWs7aAovp5Q9F2sdusDr9GZWno0zv_nYeIT7XlAo0iDYLYnOp4Sk/s1600-h/guard+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416005102118848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVif7SirJqoMqilhMev4f8qHke_u9BEkOoJD7jH-YTtWLItI5AM9oF9ZzYdJlCVda03Pv77-yt4JlQP2pKnC2zy2KWs7aAovp5Q9F2sdusDr9GZWno0zv_nYeIT7XlAo0iDYLYnOp4Sk/s400/guard+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>I drove through Furman University's campus last night thinking they'd have some Christmas decorations up that would make for some cool photos. They didn't really have any decorations other than a couple of dinky wreaths. I was disappointed, but I wasn't going to make my visit for naught. So, I took a couple of shots of this building, which is at the main entrance. </strong></span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">As I drove through Furman, it reminded me of how much time we spent there last Summer riding our bikes. I miss that time! I can't wait until Spring! </span></strong></p>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-67730987106285435742009-12-16T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-16T07:10:09.033-08:00So Many Questions...<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lOAV4gPOnlvQKIqULLNjFV3GNf2bSbASRrpnJ0PF2ce7tMoCxVtlmrJuZqZTSjJthYxiS1tlBk7CNv7sENGzqobmgHFNglFfymTE2rRugk3In7NvG8tmPgC0pbby1__vgJ1EPP_nMhk/s1600-h/blog+part+II+069.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0lOAV4gPOnlvQKIqULLNjFV3GNf2bSbASRrpnJ0PF2ce7tMoCxVtlmrJuZqZTSjJthYxiS1tlBk7CNv7sENGzqobmgHFNglFfymTE2rRugk3In7NvG8tmPgC0pbby1__vgJ1EPP_nMhk/s320/blog+part+II+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was at Taco Bell last week on Wade Hampton Boulevard and<br />made a double take when I saw this.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><br />Why is this post chained up? It's not preventing the mailbox<br />itself from being stolen or knocked off.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><br />Why would anyone want to steal the mailbox<br />or the post for that matter?</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><br />Has it been stolen and/or vandalized before? </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><br />As long as I'm asking questions about Taco Bell, why isn't their Taco Salad as good as it was 15 years ago? Why did they have to mess with a good thing?</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"><br />So many questions....<br /></div></span>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-41936072667365122042009-12-14T18:03:00.000-08:002012-12-17T07:57:27.238-08:00Nostalgic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWLgIDyq3zlQjMt2JFkn7g4YQRTkzcy9PTx4RgWPbGiJKPevjaEDArrF23UKK1Ta4jdJyAH541d9RaaF5GJWF5utPYdGNe3nbvFp6C8WJmxlF-h-LG32qOKteDqwirwmyu_krD22JMpw/s1600-h/blog+part+II+124.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415287838175125282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWLgIDyq3zlQjMt2JFkn7g4YQRTkzcy9PTx4RgWPbGiJKPevjaEDArrF23UKK1Ta4jdJyAH541d9RaaF5GJWF5utPYdGNe3nbvFp6C8WJmxlF-h-LG32qOKteDqwirwmyu_krD22JMpw/s400/blog+part+II+124.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><strong> It's no secret that I love all things nostalgic. I came across this sock monkey last weekend and I had to have him. I stuck a Christmas ball in his arms and he became an instant Christmas decoration. I thought he looked right at home in front of this radio. </strong><br />
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~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-34470594767474272952009-12-14T04:53:00.000-08:002009-12-14T07:39:16.797-08:00Blue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uqBD7jZyhBg70vd34NSW2jUqO18u2yyV8OmfKhxoMNx8JkmMpiv22i7xhSD8iAzLziT51Fxh48ukUTGhSzWCcNs8hI-73QtoOiTbdtlZcrIWCBU88oNiBbTgF8cXfB37khtAs5QN7UY/s1600-h/blog+part+II+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415074719146492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5uqBD7jZyhBg70vd34NSW2jUqO18u2yyV8OmfKhxoMNx8JkmMpiv22i7xhSD8iAzLziT51Fxh48ukUTGhSzWCcNs8hI-73QtoOiTbdtlZcrIWCBU88oNiBbTgF8cXfB37khtAs5QN7UY/s400/blog+part+II+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3D8bRFZtgryeYDY9Qi-7-L6OjzyuGyvVlGGecvr5dj_mmMqm75Yq4Hl0wYq1LDrDZGS-0r-I-lu1G371ET3ieUeUEXP3Gc_JsQvNq-2-EoeGsv03ry2Zaz1ddw_bOqVR99SExHVJsrw/s1600-h/blog+part+II+089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415074714497553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3D8bRFZtgryeYDY9Qi-7-L6OjzyuGyvVlGGecvr5dj_mmMqm75Yq4Hl0wYq1LDrDZGS-0r-I-lu1G371ET3ieUeUEXP3Gc_JsQvNq-2-EoeGsv03ry2Zaz1ddw_bOqVR99SExHVJsrw/s400/blog+part+II+089.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Last week I stopped on my way to work to snap a few photos (these were NOT those photos). I had to turn around to make my way back to work and turned up an unknown street and THIS was my view. The first photos that I originally stopped to take weren't that great, but I thought that these two were blog worthy. The sky that morning seemed especially <span style="color:#3333ff;">blue</span> and I love how the clouds look too.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><br />This is Paris View Baptist Church off of Old Buncombe Road in Greenville.</strong></span> <div></div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-32823849394991322802009-12-13T05:24:00.000-08:002009-12-13T06:09:32.289-08:00Sights from the Travelers Rest Christmas Parade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oJ8bzd9gruN9M5_tppDhyH1wwsbH-VVQdX-qlhCph7Sr_Ar8hhaj215WdCkDUXOa6O9LuFjEu3ZQlM8EklwUqcxQAifPG3bg4Yo2L-Y85YVCFib9DrnXbAlWA7dtHe0-KIPIr7Kaefs/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721000674121538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8oJ8bzd9gruN9M5_tppDhyH1wwsbH-VVQdX-qlhCph7Sr_Ar8hhaj215WdCkDUXOa6O9LuFjEu3ZQlM8EklwUqcxQAifPG3bg4Yo2L-Y85YVCFib9DrnXbAlWA7dtHe0-KIPIr7Kaefs/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+181.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDDrYGytn8WtiWdlVk6vdq40EP06J58LAQovsn463bMESgv7-GcJ_bGnt1xc20yMHxDt9PYGz_HByXgsmV_xwtK78VSSkRHokpztBHaT0AV6g9eBrw858nI4Df0UR37SM1szUu_28TAY/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414720992970062946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDDrYGytn8WtiWdlVk6vdq40EP06J58LAQovsn463bMESgv7-GcJ_bGnt1xc20yMHxDt9PYGz_HByXgsmV_xwtK78VSSkRHokpztBHaT0AV6g9eBrw858nI4Df0UR37SM1szUu_28TAY/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+180.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqepit3wT14ni1kgFpSDruz4hzy01IMfVtmWEQCgsxyNAFSamWLPl8WLmEr3JOKWonhfc2Mz00uYjJAsliO6Z72cLVUiNwlniDdo5sd2A33xqdugpABLx9vw4Gu1dm7Ns-xSKcZUZZkdU/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414720987468791826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqepit3wT14ni1kgFpSDruz4hzy01IMfVtmWEQCgsxyNAFSamWLPl8WLmEr3JOKWonhfc2Mz00uYjJAsliO6Z72cLVUiNwlniDdo5sd2A33xqdugpABLx9vw4Gu1dm7Ns-xSKcZUZZkdU/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+179.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURXVLezbMNtlrM4b1dz1l_y4sEb2lVJ4XwIodZEMsAzdVTDfyp_Itb69ubWKY_DSlHtcjNcCw6xx_o8YsApnJeFJM1mTc0Ge4T4SiY_30igYKAIlmRQAJjF20wrnueH1KMFHYwNyZ4R4/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414712083247093106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURXVLezbMNtlrM4b1dz1l_y4sEb2lVJ4XwIodZEMsAzdVTDfyp_Itb69ubWKY_DSlHtcjNcCw6xx_o8YsApnJeFJM1mTc0Ge4T4SiY_30igYKAIlmRQAJjF20wrnueH1KMFHYwNyZ4R4/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVpir0nsA5gL-OPt3KHVdkkjCddlSEtHBq6Hk_MT-sSvm8XM1GfjulNne75BbetjbMOgIKa-FlbXVAJNHL4KOnIs21h7MnZNG3F1DdAtcrEAkUz86zxC6QDKN1wQQk7oZ08YUHKML5jc/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414712077250977506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVpir0nsA5gL-OPt3KHVdkkjCddlSEtHBq6Hk_MT-sSvm8XM1GfjulNne75BbetjbMOgIKa-FlbXVAJNHL4KOnIs21h7MnZNG3F1DdAtcrEAkUz86zxC6QDKN1wQQk7oZ08YUHKML5jc/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtM-veD4zqCEFmF4FvSW7cK037D7SUSiE98V9nUmFVQPPqumezgwvQFGeu_y1oSDCLXmTCe5C8hkcs-eFw3wsOFPb-5r9e0An-Q0lOER07MoILDda3HlXoSpmiXucCVLYGaaTUSSE9og/s1600-h/tr+christmas+parade+09+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414712073882043986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtM-veD4zqCEFmF4FvSW7cK037D7SUSiE98V9nUmFVQPPqumezgwvQFGeu_y1oSDCLXmTCe5C8hkcs-eFw3wsOFPb-5r9e0An-Q0lOER07MoILDda3HlXoSpmiXucCVLYGaaTUSSE9og/s400/tr+christmas+parade+09+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-16934237827645676982009-12-11T18:24:00.000-08:002009-12-12T06:26:24.870-08:00Got Fruit?<strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVdnTbmRkqRDGp8mu1bWAcfcOCdKnYWcTkFmOZaUehsFBuolXNpdwwI0Lj1KkT30kGVhieDM4TQHFKN2nWRijt9Ov7AS78GIT24I-xZQZDDL5O4kRTZb9KI-0-S3me74rdXbunQlnAFQ/s1600-h/blog+part+II+086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414170574405916418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPVdnTbmRkqRDGp8mu1bWAcfcOCdKnYWcTkFmOZaUehsFBuolXNpdwwI0Lj1KkT30kGVhieDM4TQHFKN2nWRijt9Ov7AS78GIT24I-xZQZDDL5O4kRTZb9KI-0-S3me74rdXbunQlnAFQ/s400/blog+part+II+086.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMqldSz2u7HtEL4f2nMvJkQCmZHYl3gXEaTHJIcDPvEaJuHrheAuYnJPUXD38F9B5cOXsbKKLfTU4QGTpAQX2ECo30iOJvEBS2K8nwBAz-0QDMwj_SEG0fO11ZPbDoZ-4nsV3ALHXqx8/s1600-h/blog+part+II+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414170566170668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMqldSz2u7HtEL4f2nMvJkQCmZHYl3gXEaTHJIcDPvEaJuHrheAuYnJPUXD38F9B5cOXsbKKLfTU4QGTpAQX2ECo30iOJvEBS2K8nwBAz-0QDMwj_SEG0fO11ZPbDoZ-4nsV3ALHXqx8/s400/blog+part+II+099.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><strong>When I think of Christmas, I think of how Santa used to fill my stocking with fruit. There was always at least a navel orange and some tangerines in there, along with some mixed nuts. </strong></div><div><br /><strong>I took these photos at The Tomato Vine on Old Buncombe Road in Greenville. You may remember some previous photos I took at The Tomato Vine </strong><a title="My Food Blog" href="http://gimmesomesugah.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-pumpkin-time.html">last year.</a> .<br /><br /><br /></div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-70363636162327047832009-12-11T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-11T06:14:13.804-08:00Temporary and Permanent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicC69vJQFvIaw5loIAHuOH0iV2hncTlam2fTXsYWwmh_arug-Fl3dBdTb5CLmVFtjXDQZ0FHA26jb-upigVWsRgkBrYT3vPFvQlkIHAfG_sT3tjqB8jZ6GSAxA25D_StrM7wSKB40314w/s1600-h/hearse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413775096564445490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicC69vJQFvIaw5loIAHuOH0iV2hncTlam2fTXsYWwmh_arug-Fl3dBdTb5CLmVFtjXDQZ0FHA26jb-upigVWsRgkBrYT3vPFvQlkIHAfG_sT3tjqB8jZ6GSAxA25D_StrM7wSKB40314w/s400/hearse.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>When I saw this temporary </strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>tag </strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>on this </strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">hearse, I thought </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">it </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">was ironic, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">since death is, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">well</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">......so </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">permanent. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">At least on this earth anyway. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">(<strong>photo courtesy of my husband, and partner in crime...Marc)</strong></span></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><div align="center"></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-6685641122794992622009-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-10T07:26:11.678-08:00Gimme Some Oysters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jMs8ROLTV382Q2poixjWWGBRIClc1-Bxf8OfUvecJhCmpf_oTUuTZT0wBWAYv6Baz0o3bLTkygDhz78xVDI8AqV1YF1CUpkEovUG_JB6DEuOIMn06mcs7bm9__ZyAy4c33QCKY3swDs/s1600-h/blog+part+II+054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402981824289906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jMs8ROLTV382Q2poixjWWGBRIClc1-Bxf8OfUvecJhCmpf_oTUuTZT0wBWAYv6Baz0o3bLTkygDhz78xVDI8AqV1YF1CUpkEovUG_JB6DEuOIMn06mcs7bm9__ZyAy4c33QCKY3swDs/s400/blog+part+II+054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKMqvlZ9N-MjVfjmPdAEjUzAWRSc2Z5VFVbxKX1urepO_aKTBpJ-4JtNsC3fgdHsmEjvJZw_AwqGnhKm7IYGXAjyas0meXpYfwRdCGMG25RkaES4CfMo5eAahW3hePoxJza5EOclhrAg/s1600-h/blog+part+II+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413402152254406770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKMqvlZ9N-MjVfjmPdAEjUzAWRSc2Z5VFVbxKX1urepO_aKTBpJ-4JtNsC3fgdHsmEjvJZw_AwqGnhKm7IYGXAjyas0meXpYfwRdCGMG25RkaES4CfMo5eAahW3hePoxJza5EOclhrAg/s400/blog+part+II+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Saturday night we were fortunate enough to be invited to an oyster roast. These oysters came fresh from the Carolina coast and boy were they delicious! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">This is how I build mine: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Cracker</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Oyster</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Squeeze of Lemon</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Drop of Louisiana Hot Sauce</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Just Enough Fresh Ground Horseradish</strong> <strong>not to make me cry</strong></span></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>I don't even know how many I wound up eating. We get steamed oysters so rarely, they are treat when we do get them. Of course you can go to a hand full of local restaurants and eat them, but they aren't the same as cooking them </strong><strong>yourself fresh out of the ocean. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Did I mention I love me some steamed oysters?</span></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-73066917865607378412009-12-09T08:36:00.000-08:002009-12-09T08:50:43.597-08:00Fast Forward, Please<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjYESYVTkrHWBvut-798VqOaWNeO2enu_xZKYqLx5fOccjqQmVmn59cKB78Nrk755El9h3HBRVOCOMI2qdmbNbDUtVO5-lS0GBHt7IxfO1r5PeVQBC5FePJMTUpVfzXEYXlqHiUF6XyA/s1600-h/beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413277061078374738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjYESYVTkrHWBvut-798VqOaWNeO2enu_xZKYqLx5fOccjqQmVmn59cKB78Nrk755El9h3HBRVOCOMI2qdmbNbDUtVO5-lS0GBHt7IxfO1r5PeVQBC5FePJMTUpVfzXEYXlqHiUF6XyA/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">This morning on my way to work it was foggy and it reminded me of a photo that I took a couple of years ago at the beach. Considering the weather we've had lately, I wish it was Summer already and I was at the beach. Can I just push the fast forward button?<br /></span></strong><div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-46913127877486236552009-12-08T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-08T07:02:41.935-08:00Inverted Church<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_67gheEUA_XKjY-aeYzZdYqHlSkgDRtyvbrgTgsL1_oBHWOWxRNYC2Hwi8bo77urRstlqHcosaYNG7i8OXA3p0_Paf-EbCH7i9i18ukMTiq9VSiQmHHSThvLg5h9Jdlha0WMV_ZoAFA/s1600-h/invert+wreath.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412661081012652978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_67gheEUA_XKjY-aeYzZdYqHlSkgDRtyvbrgTgsL1_oBHWOWxRNYC2Hwi8bo77urRstlqHcosaYNG7i8OXA3p0_Paf-EbCH7i9i18ukMTiq9VSiQmHHSThvLg5h9Jdlha0WMV_ZoAFA/s400/invert+wreath.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I took this photo on the way home yesterday. This is Earle Street Baptist Church on Earle Street in Greenville. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess it was a nice enough photo of a wreath on a church door, but I was a little bored with it. The inversion gives it a whole different look. </span></strong><br /><p> </p>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-28467936132576254272009-12-07T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-07T06:26:23.605-08:00Travelers Rest Market<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu0FBbU2phKMeCVaKZxe6rR-XarjB5oLR2qWI1pCUUSpgnp9StlSKfvPuCntuTjqasEEVR0EMELijtZqo1Rbu93wV-FTvaZPlgjVsi3Dvo8SX0aKxZVW4oKuQYcX1iHPobZGllgpVsDw/s1600-h/market_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412274011819090130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSu0FBbU2phKMeCVaKZxe6rR-XarjB5oLR2qWI1pCUUSpgnp9StlSKfvPuCntuTjqasEEVR0EMELijtZqo1Rbu93wV-FTvaZPlgjVsi3Dvo8SX0aKxZVW4oKuQYcX1iHPobZGllgpVsDw/s400/market_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> For a while now, Travelers Rest has had a Farmers Market. I keep telling myself that I'm going to get out there, but I never do. I really have no excuse, because it's only 1/2 mile from my house. I could (and should) walk to it! They even have a website: </strong><a href="http://www.trfarmersmarket.org/"><strong>Travelers Rest Markets</strong></a><strong><br /><br /></strong><div></div><strong>Apparently, they have the market every Saturday from June-September. During the other months, it's just the first Saturday of the month. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Buy local, y'all. </strong>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-726278816158026242009-12-03T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:37:48.120-08:00Rudolph!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadXhyphenhyphen5XqYvrGIBUu6STp5LSIr9XnPHUoQ-y69xKS5ruTwIGFffBzOqFbvqlWZBzHgvpRfM91jwOEpxEsK3mDcmtJcV9bT1-MyyHqy7akXf2JuOoZyhbhNzAJEXdwhmCmQCsQzQvMefHA/s1600-h/deer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410866609805940402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjadXhyphenhyphen5XqYvrGIBUu6STp5LSIr9XnPHUoQ-y69xKS5ruTwIGFffBzOqFbvqlWZBzHgvpRfM91jwOEpxEsK3mDcmtJcV9bT1-MyyHqy7akXf2JuOoZyhbhNzAJEXdwhmCmQCsQzQvMefHA/s400/deer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCzxrpDQHWP-oxpFBXbPpvAPSS6GKsugSJLajIXFlGPvZQmjohAqtvpfCFeN-uJzCq_NE460NAlhRYx1axLJRhDZc99nnoQKCsU-5TfI4eXSomjNKRpCz7QeI6kj3CN-HQCv5cvfCdcs/s1600-h/deer+2009.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">had a very shiny nose.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And if you ever saw him, </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">you would even say it glows. </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">All of the other reindeer </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">used to laugh and call him names. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">They never let poor Rudolph </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">join in any reindeer games. </span></strong><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Then one foggy Christmas Eve </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Santa came to say: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">"Rudolph with your nose so bright, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">won't you guide my sleigh tonight</span>?" </span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Then all the reindeer loved him</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">as they shouted out with glee, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">you'll go down in history! </span></strong></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-7277330123817189212009-12-01T00:00:00.000-08:002009-12-01T06:39:30.265-08:00Believe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcyybSGcIUC6WJVBeeHqPhTLKTmFQV0OQ5ouR2sITBY-HOAInktvmMN0VwAvAZvQlo7hgWaYNTYGpAy6iVB2vAlrBooTWi1a6Na-OMmxz6JUjCArJ2Gmn7EwyBMKBIBbjTvJd0rbstfU/s1600/Canon+Camera+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409682570432292754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcyybSGcIUC6WJVBeeHqPhTLKTmFQV0OQ5ouR2sITBY-HOAInktvmMN0VwAvAZvQlo7hgWaYNTYGpAy6iVB2vAlrBooTWi1a6Na-OMmxz6JUjCArJ2Gmn7EwyBMKBIBbjTvJd0rbstfU/s400/Canon+Camera+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4OzjAxIjdc&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4OzjAxIjdc&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-49077157512325727512009-11-30T00:00:00.000-08:002009-11-30T07:20:27.231-08:00Deep Thought<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0glY5qEFnzuuJhmLu2tnwHvRmzGNBz91A4Ge1Bo99CaEQyzJ4kWscopQeuPWhoiCH8hx_U2bajsj03_tVvfFioswiB4ykGE3ijDT2DPMCJdP0VML7sqFkgEJ4pRFvk5prQ1diR5cKKcQ/s1600/Canon+Camera+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409660392952700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0glY5qEFnzuuJhmLu2tnwHvRmzGNBz91A4Ge1Bo99CaEQyzJ4kWscopQeuPWhoiCH8hx_U2bajsj03_tVvfFioswiB4ykGE3ijDT2DPMCJdP0VML7sqFkgEJ4pRFvk5prQ1diR5cKKcQ/s400/Canon+Camera+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqUHpI9qp6M7aKfhn0ua3sKdncYCbS22is5DfgFDP74xW7uIhUyGr1mSmHrFQEjg35nZHMflPsDoKU1PzztdisoXJIZ0Q8xl6Hwhd7hRLHRZ8TR5SRF-k1TnvCrY8FdQ1ZQAniv6v6t0/s1600/Canon+Camera+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409660384626778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqUHpI9qp6M7aKfhn0ua3sKdncYCbS22is5DfgFDP74xW7uIhUyGr1mSmHrFQEjg35nZHMflPsDoKU1PzztdisoXJIZ0Q8xl6Hwhd7hRLHRZ8TR5SRF-k1TnvCrY8FdQ1ZQAniv6v6t0/s400/Canon+Camera+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-bDwdsGAD2f6mFyTbKOKc8-gRd3tSZ4D7juWjKK4e3AjWx6JtkfmeFusJHowmlFdC7QPTGQMx-_sI1ws92-VfS8Cw09_6ofrbAxaVgOd3lQjvkEvRHTTJIzLPR18TzF-51we-MDETVU/s1600/Canon+Camera+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409660377107402162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-bDwdsGAD2f6mFyTbKOKc8-gRd3tSZ4D7juWjKK4e3AjWx6JtkfmeFusJHowmlFdC7QPTGQMx-_sI1ws92-VfS8Cw09_6ofrbAxaVgOd3lQjvkEvRHTTJIzLPR18TzF-51we-MDETVU/s400/Canon+Camera+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Dookie was sitting on the back of the couch and happily obliged to let me snap a few photos. She looked like she was deep in thought. Wonder what she was thinking about?<br /></strong></div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-53863193001086671402009-11-29T04:19:00.000-08:002009-11-29T04:35:07.003-08:00Fall, Leaves, Fall<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQuBtvtrtl1RgreZwr9oF3p0gpP7Y12eaCl-ngept0uUJmk56QHoqrPnf80YMs15_P4NkusqP86QgIO0mvRcWmYM4QlSalM2PmAXjbflPc5vRQFPYyg_7YBe8tVST0NgaQ-JFiqwS3bA/s1600/leaf+art.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409500073229546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQuBtvtrtl1RgreZwr9oF3p0gpP7Y12eaCl-ngept0uUJmk56QHoqrPnf80YMs15_P4NkusqP86QgIO0mvRcWmYM4QlSalM2PmAXjbflPc5vRQFPYyg_7YBe8tVST0NgaQ-JFiqwS3bA/s400/leaf+art.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">'Fall, leaves, fall' </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">by Emily Bronte</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><strong><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Lengthen night and shorten day;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Every leaf speaks bliss to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Fluttering from the autumn tree. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I shall smile when wreaths of snow</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Blossom where the rose should grow;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I shall sing when night's decay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Ushers in a drearier day. </span></strong></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-59897213788771069332009-11-28T14:15:00.001-08:002009-11-28T16:24:22.262-08:00Carolina Girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznKN6Bn8ObtSISiK11afQBhJNrqlmvG4IrdeDljU1scD2Xo8Dpg2Cgd9-06586lFRttau2rdlKZLmeke7rpRASWt3FNlORWM1N6mSP3YiLsedR24AnmwVBQh7EfIJ_AnSMCxmGnXn5dc/s1600/carogal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409281800115291490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznKN6Bn8ObtSISiK11afQBhJNrqlmvG4IrdeDljU1scD2Xo8Dpg2Cgd9-06586lFRttau2rdlKZLmeke7rpRASWt3FNlORWM1N6mSP3YiLsedR24AnmwVBQh7EfIJ_AnSMCxmGnXn5dc/s400/carogal.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> I took this photo of this sticker on the back of my Jeep a little bit ago. I like the way you can see the reflection of the trees and the sunset in the background. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SytKKFPwoMQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SytKKFPwoMQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-59691836830289326882009-11-24T00:00:00.000-08:002009-11-24T06:45:53.668-08:00Life At My House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdiqcmU3_syWRcuEG8RwK-J6MAZdfk0ZDG15dMiNSM3-m-aLNYftKjnQEg3TWniLUYF-WlEfOue1f-WCaUcowgu58JtrzQKb41SCAUl8S3ozfUG7galbwBf-wEtKMVQG9akhiyTMrqD8/s1600/blog+part+II+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407015754013674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdiqcmU3_syWRcuEG8RwK-J6MAZdfk0ZDG15dMiNSM3-m-aLNYftKjnQEg3TWniLUYF-WlEfOue1f-WCaUcowgu58JtrzQKb41SCAUl8S3ozfUG7galbwBf-wEtKMVQG9akhiyTMrqD8/s400/blog+part+II+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>This is a typical day at our house. I'm pretty sure Susie is the one that was responsible for stealing this roll of toilet paper, although I can't say for sure. Luckily, I snapped this photo and apprehended the suspects before they made too much of a mess. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><div align="center"><strong>*sigh*<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>They.won't.be.puppies.much.longer.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>They.won't.be.puppies.much.longer.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I.CAN.get.through.this!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I.CAN.get.through.this!</strong></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-3233297295226324692009-11-23T00:00:00.000-08:002009-11-23T04:46:03.180-08:00My Buddy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhCZaYygYpsFQeegtLabddP_HLmrUgtkIMs3X6N4NFOKJc0EfEn_27ov-MemeIoovRTy4cCyYMEQd0cy4yOBDNXMu6JnEC24MJBcGGlWKQ0ouoU6FsGgdE4qjyxQwhp_ZjJnN9QLVzjk/s1600/summer+2009+207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407016842588725042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGhCZaYygYpsFQeegtLabddP_HLmrUgtkIMs3X6N4NFOKJc0EfEn_27ov-MemeIoovRTy4cCyYMEQd0cy4yOBDNXMu6JnEC24MJBcGGlWKQ0ouoU6FsGgdE4qjyxQwhp_ZjJnN9QLVzjk/s400/summer+2009+207.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> This is the dog that we adopted from the Greenville Humane Society back in August. His name is Buddy and he's a Catahoula Leopard Dog. He's still a puppy, although at 6 months he probably weighs about 150 pounds! He's one of the most laid back, gentlest natured dogs I've ever known. He's definitely a buddy for life! :0)<br /></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xuZoXssaVW80BVOw7wxAmPxCr55XJVDMUmnxbOh1B_cb6hhvmv9UDOcksqA66XKYv4EaiqIVc3sApGur6pIxQv5Lj1DBYv8ChFiJQBfSkyJoTsiTjcxx5lm0fa8seIa1oest_FkWTqo/s1600/Chester+002.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8086344481651863671.post-41355915068268700392009-11-22T00:00:00.000-08:002009-11-22T07:14:31.888-08:00Enjoying The View<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNmJ8MCDhvxeJTiOP3kqSo92HKnhxD0A-9A7RN8auE6DsMrvcnNfK0ZiGjTsy3wEV6wUU1f5ohdlgnoBtYjLtR3cibrzpNOEaGL6Pjw0oc9GO93XnUO2WvpLDUzlWeJ3NUstus6uFo14/s1600/blog+part+II+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406945649630424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNmJ8MCDhvxeJTiOP3kqSo92HKnhxD0A-9A7RN8auE6DsMrvcnNfK0ZiGjTsy3wEV6wUU1f5ohdlgnoBtYjLtR3cibrzpNOEaGL6Pjw0oc9GO93XnUO2WvpLDUzlWeJ3NUstus6uFo14/s400/blog+part+II+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>This bird was enjoying the view Saturday morning from my Mom's chimney. I was thankful that he stood still long enough for me to snap this photo.<br /></strong><div></div>~*~DawnSC~*~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16687152949453775025noreply@blogger.com0